I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...

This very moment
is all I ever have for...

We are all shackled
within anywhere other...

We shall run into
everything we run away...

I'm your opposite,
not your foe—for the flip side...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

There was no resistance of unclear objects in our...
no silhouette...

"Why are you so poor?"
they ask. He says with a smile...

Balance is to be
a feather in the heart of...

Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...

You don't even know
why you need one if you lack...

I am not a racist
if I wish to hold on to my identity...